From night and day I am different, mismatched,
patched, stitched to fit in….
The sun widens for night to wonder in,
like a lover, undresses in folds….
Dawn wonders in after a long night of sleep,
midnight hidden, forbidden….
I flow ghostly down the mouth of
honey dew….
I trickle over bald lips, just to tease, to
bloom, lick at the remaining beads of flushes…
Parched, thirsty Luna appears, disrobed,
silvery, full to feed….
Kisses open to orgasms, shudders offbeat,
deranged….
Down into me, ample, I flower in darkness,
abundant….
Eyes close, dreams come in tunes, singing the
blues, and I odd, grey……
PoeticDarkness 
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